Chapter 77: Vivid and Colorful

Liang Jishen took the jade hairpin, held her head, curled the ends of her hair twice, gently wrapped it around, and inserted it inside.

He Sang stared at a piece of glass not far away the whole time. His technique was unskillful, yet not unfamiliar either, as if he had experience. "Have you ever put it on a woman?"

The man looked at her wearing the hairpin. Her face and eyebrows were typical of classical beauty, something associated with her dancing training. Her feminine gaze, paired with the chicken-bone-white hairpin, was as charming as water. "Yes, I have worn it before."

He Sang pulled out her hairpin, and her long black hair cascaded down like a piece of silky brocade covering Liang Jishen's arm. The picture was not pornographic at all, but the atmosphere was ambiguous.

"I don't wear second-hand things." She put the hairpin back into the man's hand.

Liang Jishen laughed angrily, "Who told you it was second-hand?"

She said nothing and pretended to go upstairs.

The man pinched her waist and sat her on his lap. "I gave the painting to the Zhou family, and the jade hairpin is the Zhou family's return gift."

He shook his legs in a mischievous way, and He Sang almost fell down. He instinctively hugged his neck tightly.

"The Zhou family is so powerful, and they also reciprocate?"

"It's not a matter of reciprocity." Liang Jishen switched to his other leg and continued to shake it, his kneecap hitting He Sang's butt so hard that it hurt. "I respect the Zhou family, and the Zhou family is also afraid of me."

"Is Uncle Zhou afraid of the Liang family?"

"No, I'm afraid of me." He laughed. "Uncle Zhou, you call me that very affectionately."

He Sang couldn't stand his teasing, "You made me scream."

"Since I call him uncle, he can't hurt you anymore."

"What if he can do it?"

"You don't understand this kind of person." Liang Jishen was convinced. "Li He is a playboy. It's fine if Old Zhou touches his woman. I'm different. In three generations of the Zhou family, no one has ever been able to suppress me. If anyone dares to offend me, I will never let Old Zhou go."

Indeed, among the four major families of "Zhou, Liang, Ye and Zhang", the sons of the Zhou and Zhang families are hopeless. The old man's generation is old, and while he is alive, he still has the relationship with the family. But after he died, the family has completely declined.

The Liang family clearly controls the powerful and wealthy circles in Hebei Province, and it will be no problem for them to prosper for another few decades.

Liang Jishen was addicted to teasing her, shaking his legs from time to time. He Sang's long hair spread out more, and her nightgown slipped from her shoulders, sparkling in the golden light and shadow.

He swallowed hard, straightened his back, and pressed his strong chest against her. "Do you want me to die?"

The cool button rubbed against her collarbone, causing her tailbone to swell like an electric shock, and He Sang couldn't help but lean back.

"It's inconvenient for me..."

"It's inconvenient, but you're still not honest? Did Mrs. Qiu teach you to be bad?" He rubbed his nose against her collarbone. "I'll inform Mr. Qiu that his wife is not allowed to see you anymore."

He Sang grabbed his wrist and leaned back with peace of mind, her upper body swaying left and right. Liang Jishen narrowed his eyes at her milky white skin. He lifted her up by her back and threw her on the sofa in the living room. "Don't move."

She straightened her robe, knowing that a man wouldn't disregard her health. Even if Liang Jishen wanted more, he'd endure it while she was menstruating; he wasn't a man who cared only about his own pleasure. So, in retaliation, He Sang had the audacity to button his robe, leaving it unbuttoned. This was even more infuriating than taking it off completely.

"Deputy Secretary Liang..."

Liang Jishen looked down at her from a high position. This aloof little girl was flirting with him, and no one else had any interest in her. "Are you trying to seduce me?"

"Are there any female subordinates in Zhonghai who seduce you?"

The man's eyes swept down smoothly from her spread hair, to her white shoulders and neck, and then to her bulging chest. She lay there lazily, not wearing any underwear. Her body was neither sagging nor loose, but full and firm. The fragrant body of a girl was always bewitching and tempting.

No wonder, Cui Manli is prettier than her, and Lin Min is more handsome than her, but the men who have been to the Hebei Provincial Drama Theater only admit that she is a beauty.

So soft, so vivid.

Liang Jishen felt that He Sang stimulated all the hidden and unknown things in him, which, in the secular concept, is a criticism of men.

Heavy desires, indulgence.

He is actually a restrained person.

It doesn't mean that you spend every night partying and not doing your job.

But he is Liang Jishen. No matter in what field or what class, he is the youngest and most promising leader, and a successor who is highly expected and trained by the superiors.

He wants to abstain from sex and eliminate human desires.

Only then can you be invulnerable and not capsize.

"No."

"I don't believe it."

"Maybe." He didn't care much.

“Is there anyone like Xin Xin?”

Liang Ji glanced at her, "What's Xin Xin like?"

"Slutty."

"Are you flirty?"

He Sang blushed and took off his only sock and threw it on him.

The man chuckled, "There are no women like that in Zhonghai."

"What are Zhonghai women like?"

"I haven't observed it." Liang Jishen glanced at her again, "Are you so unconfident?"

He Sang was not unconfident, he just thought of this subconsciously.

How destructive a man like Liang Jishen is to women can be clearly seen by just looking at the actresses in the theater.

They are immersed in the world of feasting and drinking, and they have no resistance. How can women in ordinary circles resist it?

"I have a performance the day after tomorrow, do you want to go?"

"I'll be back tomorrow."

According to the plan, he should return as soon as He Sang is discharged from the hospital.

It has been delayed for one more day.

The committee members and directors of China Overseas Group are like a scourge. They will not let off the slightest fault, let alone the serious fault of neglecting their official duties.

He even turned off his phone.

Not being able to get through and deliberately not answering are two different things.

As for the former, they can’t do anything about it; as for the latter, they will definitely report it to the Provincial Office and file a complaint against him.

Liang Jishen patted He Sang's buttocks and asked, "Are you eager for me to leave?"

She lifted her injured foot and lay on the pillow. "I heard you call Miss Song last night."

The man paused, the smile on his face faded, and his emotions were unclear.

Song He's attending physician reported his condition to him, saying that his tendon was severely ruptured and the postoperative rehabilitation effect was poor. He recommended consulting with an expert and performing a second operation, otherwise it would leave permanent trauma.

Permanent trauma.

To put it bluntly, it's a disability.

Liang Jishen hardly slept all night.

"Hear something."

"I heard everything I could."

He Sang knew that he hated women lying. He was the kind of person who would negotiate if she confessed, but would surely die if she lied to him.

However, He Sang was vague about what was said on the other end of the phone, and he spoke three sentences clearly.

"Heal her at all costs."

"Keep her safe."

The first two sentences were continued by others, and the third sentence was continued by Song He.

"I'll go over after I finish my business. You listen to the doctor."

From the beginning to the end, Liang Jishen concealed the fact that he lived with He Sang.

Although Song He could guess it, he chose to hide it because he didn't want to upset her. This was another meaning.